Yuanjue Valley, at this moment, is in a state of desolation.

The leader, Zongze, was sitting upright in the main hall at the moment, with white eyebrows and white beard, sweating deeply, and his usually shocked face was quite nervous today.

In the early days of the Golden elixir, he should have been indifferent to emotions and anger, but today, when Yuanjue Valley was in danger, he could not calm down no matter what.

In the main hall, there were hundreds of monks from seven sects, staring eagerly at Zongze!

"Zongze! Hand over the Mitian relic! I, Mo Shengzong, have found out that Hou Lian, the elder of your sect, has obtained this relic from Taizu Huangqiu a few days ago! This is a national treasure passed down by the Wei State, and you, Yuanjuegu, should

You don’t want to take it all to yourself!”

An old man in a purple cassock, with silver beard and hair, was not angry and intimidating, but when he asked, the aura of the peak golden elixir swept across the hall!

Under his aura, Zongze complained endlessly and was unable to resist his pressure.

There is a huge difference in strength between the early stage of Jin Dan and the peak stage of Jin Dan. The purple cassock in front of him is one of the seven ancestors of the seven major sects of the Wei Kingdom. His name is Mo Xisheng, and he is known as 'Mo Sheng'! A means.

, Extraordinary, in the middle stage of Golden Elixir, I can't even take one of its palms...

Immediately after Mo Xisheng spoke, the other six sects also started questioning him.

"Zongze! Hand over the relics. I, Baimenlou, will not seek trouble in your sect today!" A young man in white clothes, with white hair and a sinister tone, was obviously a master of magic.

"The heavenly relics, such treasures, are not worthy of your second-rate sect!" said the old monk with a Chinese-style face, who was also an ancestor, with sharp words.

"Hand over the relics! Otherwise, Yuanjue Valley will be destroyed today!"

"Zongze, don't be stubborn!"

...

Threats came one after another in the hall, but Zongze could only respond with sighs.

Mitian relic... If he really has this thing in Yuanjue Valley, Zongze will definitely give it to the seven sects for peace. At present, the ancestors of the seven sects are not ruthless people that Zongze can afford to offend.

In Yuanjuegu, including Zongze and Hou Lian, he has surpassed two Jindan masters. They are still in their early stages. Even if they meet the Jindan elders of the first-class sects, they are no match, let alone the elders of the seven major sects such as Mo Xisheng.

Ancestors, gathered in Yuanjue Valley, any one of them has the strength to defeat Yuanjue Valley.

If there were any relics, he would definitely hand them over! But, he didn’t!

Indeed, the first one to discover the news about the relic was his Yuanjue Valley disciple! Indeed, the elder Hou Lian led a group of novice monk disciples to obtain the relic. But unexpectedly, now coincides with the demonic chaos in the Wei Kingdom, and demons are rising on all sides.

Judging from the time, Hou Lian should have returned to the sect long ago.

Zongze is not stupid.

Since the Seven Great Sects came to Yuanjue Valley to look for trouble, they must have obtained the exact news that Hou Lian had obtained the relics.

And Hou Lian, who obtained the heavenly relics, has not returned to the sect. He either died in the demonic chaos, or escaped with the treasure secretly, or he may have been obtained by one of the ancestors of the seven sects, but he remained calm, framed Yuanjue Valley, and deceived others.

Want to cover up...

It's hard to say, it's hard to say. In the world of cultivation, people's hearts are unpredictable. Who knows where the Mitian relic is now?

There are many ancestors of the seven major sects who are experts in divination, but this huge relic is enough to block all the secrets of heaven, making it impossible for these ancestors to predict the whereabouts of the relic.

If Hou Lian escapes privately with his treasure, Zongze will definitely hate this traitor and bring disaster to the sect. The sect will be destroyed.

If Hou Lian dies in the demonic chaos, even if Zongze has a hundred people, there is no way to explain it today. If he cannot get out the relics, the sect will be destroyed. And the seven major sects may search for it without finding any results after the sect is destroyed.

After searching for Zongze's soul and annihilating his memories, he was convinced that Yuanjue Valley had not obtained this relic.

If someone among the ancestors of the seven major sects obtains relics and puts the blame on Yuanjue Valley, then Yuanjue Valley will undoubtedly be destroyed. Only a dead person can interrupt all the clues to the relics...

"Hey... Zongze, what kind of sins have I accumulated to be forced to the point of desperation by the seven major sects..."

Zongze closed his eyes in despair, his expression finally calm.

That's all, that's all, no matter where the relics go, there is no way to escape death today.

"Zongze, do you want to hand over the Mitian relic or not?" Mo Xisheng asked for the last time.

"I didn't take the relic... I swear by my inner demon!" Zongze said bitterly.

"Humph! You are so stubborn! So, fellow Taoists, there is no need to be merciful. Today, we will level the Yuanjue Valley and find the relics!"

As soon as Mo Xisheng finished speaking, the seven great ancestors all had cold expressions on their faces, with murderous intentions secretly stirring.

They may be good or evil, but regardless of whether they are good or evil, no one will be merciful when it comes to matters related to the national treasure such as the heavenly relic!

Each and every young monk in Yuanjue Valley trembled slightly under the murderous intent of hundreds of monks from the Seven Sects.

Countless disciples knelt down and begged the master, please don't harm the sect because of a relic.

As soon as the murderous intention arose, several young novice monks were immediately sacrificed with blood.

There was a trace of hatred in Zongze's eyes. He opened his eyes and roared,

"Mo Xisheng! I said that I didn't take the relics! Even if I did, this matter has nothing to do with my sect disciples. How dare you do this!"

"Okay! Okay! Just a person in the early stage of Jindan dares to yell at me! You will die! None of your disciples will survive!"

Mo Xisheng sneered, his murderous intent was already in motion, bursts of golden light appeared all over his body, Sanskrit sounds continued, his palms seemed to turn into pure gold, and he slapped Zongze in the air without using any magic power!

But the Sanskrit sound suddenly turned into a sound of golden wheels, spinning continuously above the main hall, and condensed into a giant palm of pure gold that was a hundred feet large. Even the fingerprints were golden. It overturned the roof of the main hall and pressed it towards Zongze with one palm.

Down!

Infant-level low-grade body refining technique, Golden Wheel Palm!

Every time the golden wheel turns, the palm power increases by 10% again!

This palm was indeed a killing blow for Mo Xisheng. He was a Zen practitioner and had been refining his body all his life. He was already in the ninth realm of silver light, not far from the realm of silver bone!

Even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator can take on three or two moves!

The power of this palm made the other six ancestors fall into silence. Even the other six ancestors, all of whom were at the pinnacle of the Golden Core, could not receive this palm without being injured!

Zongze, who was locked by the power of the palm, was only affected by the wind of the palm, and the immortal veins in his body were about to break, and the golden elixir was about to be shattered!

If you can't take it, you can't take it, you can only die!

But he is not willing to accept it! He is not willing to accept the feeling of being bullied because of his low cultivation level!

"Mo Xisheng! I have recorded this grudge, I have recorded it!"

"Remember it? It's a pity that I will search your soul and erase your memory later. You can't remember anything. Even if you just write it down, what can you do to me? With your early stage cultivation of the Golden Pill, you can practice hard for five more years.

Even after a hundred years, you are no match for me! Die!"

Mo Xisheng laughed and used palm force to suppress!

Zongze was covered in blood, the throne was shattered, and he was like a bloody man being pinned to the ground by the force of his palm.

Dead, dying...

But at this moment, an momentum several times stronger than Mo Xisheng reverberated in Yuanjue Valley!

The air in the entire hall was suddenly frozen by a force of ice!

With the sound of ice-breaking punch, even the Nascent Soul cultivator had to go to great lengths to catch the golden wheel palm. In the sound of ice breaking, the golden wheel shattered, and the power of the palm exploded into golden light and disappeared!

However, the power of the fist did not decrease, and the ice continued to shatter. Amidst a series of shattering sounds, each of the monks from the seven sects was affected by the power of the fist. The monks from the Fusion Spirit almost met each other and exploded into blood mist.

Dozens of golden elixirs from seven sects were all seriously injured under the power of the fists, even though each of them had extraordinary physical training!

Even the ancestors of the seven sects were in extremely embarrassed situations, and Mo Xisheng, whose palm power was broken, spurted out golden blood with one mouthful. For the first time in his life, what appeared in his eyes was not arrogance, but panic!

He suddenly raised his head, and saw an indifferent young man in white clothes and black cloak on the broken sky of the hall, holding Hou Lian in one hand, and the ice power in the other hand was still there.

Just one look made Mo Xisheng feel as painful as a sword stab, and his sea of ​​consciousness was about to be shattered! And he stuttered, unable to speak a complete sentence!

"This person, this person...who is this person!"

"I am Patriarch Yuanjue... Now, I need an explanation!" Ning Fan's voice was cold. Under this voice, the monks from the seven sects who had been extremely arrogant before all lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at him.

look.

This person actually said that he is the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley?! Is there such a master in Yuanjue Valley?!

What kind of cultivation level does this person have?
Chapter completed!